Joanie Wicker | The Wicked Witch of the West (wickedwicker) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-05-26 12:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | javert, john seward, wicked witch |
Who: Luther and Joanie (and is open)
What: Setting up the panic room
Where: 109, with the possibility of caffeine/supply runs
When: Tuesday night through to Thursday
Warnings: Sleep deprivation, silliness, swearing, and hard work.
Notes: Everybody that was tagged in Joanie's group lock about supplies is welcome to stop by whenever. Threads within this log are marked by time and day for the convenience of everybody that wants to come in.
Joanie felt like she was going back to school. As she lingered at the door to her apartment, she looked down at her oversized messenger bag, once again rifling through its contents. She had the Hebrew dictionary that the messy guy in 706 had lent - given? - her, two candy bars she had found in the cupboard, all the usual "purse" items, and the taser and charges for Luther's weird little friend. Her hair was pulled tightly back so it wouldn't distract her, she was dressed in a comfy tank top and sweatpants - with a sweatshirt around her waist in case it got cold - and she had her most comfortable sneakers on her feet.
She was ready for this bitch.
After locking her apartment, she dropped the keys in her bag and hurried down the stairs. Her steps echoed through the stairwell as she went, quickly reaching the fourth floor landing. Without hesitation, she ran up to the door of 401, rapping smartly on it. Luther had told her to give him an hour, and it had been one hour and three minutes. (Her hair had been in a stubborn mood that day.) Playing with the knot of her sweatshirt's sleeves that rested around her waist, Joanie waited semi-patiently for Officer Buzzkill to open the door.